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    Zeke (Book 2): Slayers MC, #2
    Zeke (Book 2): Slayers MC, #2
    Zeke (Book 2): Slayers MC, #2
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    Zeke (Book 2): Slayers MC, #2

    By Zoey Parker

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    This is book 2 of the Slayers MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

    I won't take no for an answer.

    The innocent beauty must've missed the memo:

    I own everything that walks in this bar.

    She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

    But by the time this night is over, she'll be riding something else instead:

    ME.

    I don't care if she wants to put up a fight.

    I'm happy to fight her all night long.

    On MY terms.

    That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

    One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I've got business to take care of.

    There's a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

    I'll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

    But believe me, princess.

    Once I've handled the SOBs intruding on my MC's territory, I'm coming back home to handle you.

    Get ready for the ride of your life.

    ***

    It's dirty, it's dark, and it's oh-so-right: this dark MC romance is full of the kind of hot sex that will make your jaw drop, and the sweet love that will make your heart melt. Come for the alpha male biker bad boys and stay for the romance love story of the ages. ZEKE is a sexy beast – and you won't be able to resist him.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSopris Page Press
    Release dateOct 16, 2019
    ISBN9781393878872
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      Zeke (Book 2) - Zoey Parker

      Zeke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Slayers MC Book 2)

      By Zoey Parker

      I won’t take no for an answer.

      THE INNOCENT BEAUTY must’ve missed the memo:

      I own everything that walks in this bar.

      She might have her hands full with the mechanical bull right now.

      But by the time this night is over, she’ll be riding something else instead:

      ME.

      I don’t care if she wants to put up a fight.

      I’m happy to fight her all night long.

      On MY terms.

      That means savage. Sweaty. And RAW.

      One last thing: before I can get little Bailey bucking between my sheets, I’ve got business to take care of.

      There’s a new gang in town showing me a hell of a lot of disrespect.

      I’ll have to take care of them before I take care of her.

      But believe me, princess.

      Once I’ve handled the SOBs intruding on my MC’s territory, I’m coming back home to handle you.

      Get ready for the ride of your life.

      Chapter 1

      Bailey

      I’ve never felt anything like this pleasure in my life. Zeke’s fingers on my pussy, his rough voice in my ear, keep taking me higher and higher, but he won’t let me go.

      I whimper as his rough, callused fingers circle my clit, moan as he fucks me with his finger. It’s so close to being enough; I want it so badly. He might be a rough guy, but his hands and mouth on me drive me wild in ways no one else ever has. The only thing I want right now is him inside of me, and I ride his fingers greedily. I’m so close, I’m so fucking close, but he takes his fingers away.

      I’ve never wanted anything the way I want to come right now. So I break and give him what he wants.

      Come on, Zeke, fuck me, I beg.

      He growls and pulls away. I whimper again, ready to beg for his cock. But instead of unzipping his jeans and fucking me like I’m dying for, he stalks across the room to the door.

      What the hell? My pleasure-addled brain can’t keep up.

      Is this some kind of game to him? Was he just toying with me? I’m perched on his desk, entirely naked and helplessly aroused. The worst part is, I know with one look from him I’ll be right back in it. Is this payback for threatening to call the cops? I pull my borrowed shirt back on as my cheeks go red with humiliation. The brush of the cotton over my hard nipples makes me shiver, and I hate Zeke a little bit for doing this to me.

      That’s when I hear the knocking. I scramble to cover myself, but Zeke opens the door and sticks just his head out.

      What? He sounds pissed, as pissed as I am. The embarrassment recedes a little. Just a little. The arousal, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. God, I want him. My juices are all over the desk, a humiliating and obvious sign of how desperate I am. I cover my face in embarrassment, but pleasure shivers down my spine regardless.

      I can’t hear their conversation, just Zeke’s colorful cursing. Shit, this isn’t good.

      The door shuts, and Zeke turns back to me, rubbing his hand over his eyes. The sex god I saw a second ago is gone, replaced with a hardened, weary man. My heart sinks, and my blood cools.

      There’s been an incident, he says. The front of his jeans is still tented, but the gravel in his voice isn’t arousal.

      What kind of incident? I ask warily. Maybe he’s bullshitting me. If he tells me he needs to go, like, organize the garage, I’ll kill him. He doesn’t get to do this to me and then just fuck off when it pleases him.

      That would be too easy, though. And nothing about this night has been easy. His expression is too grave for that, and my stomach drops. The hope I’d been holding onto that it was just some minor club business vanishes.

      Looks like the gang that attacked us is on a spree. He exhales, and there’s a world of

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